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samwise009
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I sit here on this park bench Watching the world Yet again the rain falls Breaking against my skin Flaunting its flexibility The ability to break apart as it lands Having no remorse for what it’s lost Driving me crazy over and over Unable to take this Retreating from the shrapnel Finding comfort found between four walls Stripping away wet clothes Warming of the stove The dripping persists Following me Nowhere is sacred Not even in these four walls As the small drop Strikes against the bottom of the sink I hear it every time it falls Never missing a beat Growing into screams Filling my body Drip, Drip, Drip I shudder every time Unable to take it much longer Who led me to this torture? How can you repeat such an annoying act Must you do the same thing time after time! Why can’t you just take a break? How about you find something new to do. I guess you like the same old boring pattern Drip, Drip, Drip I hate you.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Consistency
I sit here on this park bench Watching the world Yet again the rain falls Breaking against my skin Flaunting its flexibility The ability to break apart as it lands Having no remorse for what it’s lost Driving me crazy over and over Unable to take this Retreating from the shrapnel Finding comfort found between four walls Stripping away wet clothes Warming of the stove The dripping persists Following me Nowhere is sacred Not even in these four walls As the small drop Strikes against the bottom of the sink I hear it every time it falls Never missing a beat Growing into screams Filling my body Drip, Drip, Drip I shudder every time Unable to take it much longer Who led me to this torture? How can you repeat such an annoying act Must you do the same thing time after time! Why can’t you just take a break? How about you find something new to do. I guess you like the same old boring pattern Drip, Drip, Drip I hate you.
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They left the gear behind Art extracted from the wall Beauty replaced by wreckage Goal. Better, cheaper, faster Supersize that meal Minimize the standing Next whistle. Who violated the infraction Opened the door and stared into darkness. Avoid all signs of humanity. Misguided focus limits potential Evolution carries Idea’s reincarnated Real estate in your cranium Captured with pencil and paper Juicy secondary ideas Endless amounts of protein Multicolored index cards Wilderness of imagination
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Blue-Sky Meeting
They left the gear behind Art extracted from the wall Beauty replaced by wreckage Goal. Better, cheaper, faster Supersize that meal Minimize the standing Next whistle. Who violated the infraction Opened the door and stared into darkness. Avoid all signs of humanity. Misguided focus limits potential Evolution carries Idea’s reincarnated Real estate in your cranium Captured with pencil and paper Juicy secondary ideas Endless amounts of protein Multicolored index cards Wilderness of imagination
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